She bent over to pick something off the floor and I noticed her lovely arse. They left for work so I went into their room and noticed her knickers on ...the floor. I picked them up and had a sniff, I could smell her pussy juices on them. My cock got instantly hard. I wanked while sniffing them and thinking about the night before.A few days went by and I listened every night but nothing. I couldn't get that night out of my head, I was like an addict looking for his next fix. I did start to see my. . I was then taken too the other part of the House, thats on the same grounds where they train males too the Dildo too that of taking all different kinds & shapes from twisted too rounded, small too extra large too the surgical screw & there Fucking Machines as My lady Mistress Jessica knew I would enjoy myself there due too there lusting pleasure I have when fucking myself, she gave other Ladys in the house the chance too that of the Enforced Dildo Chambers upstairs in the attic of the House a. . Long... Long live the King."I never had much use for the old broad before, but she had been chief of state for over half of the most torrential century in history and as far as endings go, I hoped I could do so with half as much bravery and dignity. The queen is dead, long live the King. After that I kind of felt ashamed of myself, hiding like a coward behind locked doors while brave men and women died keeping the fabric of civilization together. I didn't feel like staying in the flat any. We used to chat 24/7 and she got addicted to me. We were of different castes and so we knew marriage won’t be possible as our parents will not agree. But we were so addicted to each other that we couldn’t restrict ourselves and crossed few limits.While chatting she told thanks to me for helping her in studies. I said thanks mean (ten hugs and nine kisses) and if you are really thank full then you have to give me those. She agreed to that and she used to hug me while walking on stairs when.